This is a song about "Left"

Never ever pay rent

'till there's nothin' left.

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Got nothing left to say

That left ya without hope

Up on phrases i wrote

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

He was being a bully so i left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

I'mma sign that work and release that

So with your mind left exploded

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

That was good shit, is there any left